We all know, or at least those of us with decent literary tastes, that the answer to life, the universe, and everything is 42. And the way to understand the question and thus the answer is:
But as important as this might seem there is only one real, fundamental question to be asked; and my wife demanded a simple answer at the supermarket today.
Imagine expecting me to answer that which has confused the most intelligent for millennia, or at least a long time.
"Well, which?" she demanded, "Daddies, or HP?"
As if I could solve something that has baffled the real intelligentsia for time immemorial.
"Well why can't you just have both?"
Both!!! Aghast I stumbled away and after bumping into a terrified shelf stocker settled for ketchup.
Women. They'll just never understand.
I realise that this may just be a particular British phenomenon but the unfathomable answer is no less important.